May you all have peace... and I have to agree with PSacto. The TRUTH is that I am prejudice of people of ALL colors... and all ilks. I don't particularly like SOME white people (the ones who think racism doesn't exist), SOME black people (the ones who still think the "guv'ment owes [them] something," SOME Asian people (the "pushy" ones who almost run over me on the road, in the store, and are rude to me because I am black)... SOME middle eastern people (the ones who think I should be blown up because I'm an American), SOME African people (the ones who think they are "better" than me because, well, let's face it, some of "us" are a bit of an embarrassment... but then, so are some of "them"), etc., etc., etc.
The TRUTH is that a certain time of the month... or, heck, sometimes any given day... they ALL get on my ;ast nerve. Catch me during the right week... and I am probably prejudice against mankind altogether. Truly. There are some days when I love my fellow human beings... ALL of them... even the "bad" ones. And there are some days when I don't "like" ANY of them. Even the "good" ones. Can't seem to help it. And so, on these days, I have to pray for help. BEG for it. And it comes. My loves returns, I think of people... good and bad... and my heart wells up!
I am human... flesh with its blood. And so, I have prejudices. I don't like people who treat other people poorly. I DON'T like RUDE people (or ill-mannered children). I don't like corrupt people. Or liars, cheaters, manipulaters, con artists, and connivers... regardless of their color or nationality. Don't come "brutha" or "sistah" ing me... while you're trying to pick the lock on my house. But don't go telling me "my best friend is black" when you're denying me the same privileges and freedoms that you're giving my non-black counterparts.
And I certainly don't like "unrepentant" and quite possibly serial criminals... regardless of color, sex, age, gender, religion, race, national origin, ethnicity, sexual orientation... eye color... hair length... martial status... number of children... age of dying parents... renter or homeowner... whathaveyou. Those I really have to pray about... and for.
Okay... I'm done. It's late. Excuse my tangent. Off to bed. Peace to you all.
A [reasonably prejudiced] slave of Christ,
SA
